Yuan's words made the woman a little depressed, a woman's biggest reliance in this era is to give birth to a child for a man, as long as she has a child, her position will be stable.

But Yang Hao didn't want children, which made her extremely embarrassed.

Seeing Nu Jiao like this, Yuan was very annoyed in his heart, and snorted coldly: "Think about it yourself." ”

After saying that, he left in a huff.

Nujiao was a little dazed, not knowing where she should go, this feeling of being treated as a cargo made her very uncomfortable, but the original sentence stimulated her nerves like maggots attached to the bones.

What if Yang Hao finds a more beautiful woman.

There are only two words in Nujiao's heart.

"It's hard!"

What can she do, she has already given her body to Yang Hao, what other means can she have.

The distraught woman sighed, turned back to the women, and joined the ranks of labor.

Yang Hao couldn't have imagined that he was not doing anything, he was just a small chief of a big tribe, and his harem had not yet been established, and there were signs of palace fighting.

If he knew about it, he didn't know what he would do and feel.

The Great Qi tribe survived this natural disaster peacefully, and everyone is exerting their own value.

As the days passed, both the dead tribe and the individual were making more or less progress.

After Yin and Shaoyan were busy with the things at hand, most of the time was spent digesting the knowledge that Yang Hao had taught them.

By now, these two have been able to write some simple information in simplified characters, although in Yang Hao's eyes, this level is not even as good as kindergarten children, but in the eyes of the two, this is already worthy of their pride.

At the very least, compared with those people who can't read a clan, the sense of superiority in their hearts is not something that words can describe at all.

When others don't even know what one, two, three, four, or five are, they have already understood what addition is and what subtraction is, and addition and subtraction within two hundred cannot be difficult for them at all.

Yin and Shaoyan have their own things to be proud of, and others also have their own things to be proud of, savages, now they can skillfully make boots, but due to the limitations of materials, the output of boots is not much, but in addition to boots, straw sandals and woven products such as robes, the number of fabrics made is enough for most of the tribe to use.

The savages undoubtedly love the Daqi tribe, there is no random killing here, they can eat a full meal, and the most important thing is that the leaders here really treat them as human beings, not talking animals.

Heaven or hell, after comparison, it can be decided, if a modern person is in such an environment, it is undoubtedly hell, for example, Yang Hao sometimes thinks so.

On the fifteenth day after the flood, Yang Hao saw what the real hell was.

In the river at the foot of the mountain, a tribesman found a corpse floating down from the upper reaches.

By the time the corpse floated here, it had already decomposed and stinked.

After Yang Hao got the news, he asked people to catch up with the corpse and salvage it from the river.

The corpse was soaked and deformed, and disgusting maggots crawled around in the corpse's facial features.

Yang Hao covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve and used a wooden stick to pull away the corpse's messy hair.

The corpse looked terrifying, with shriveled cheeks that looked like a dried corpse.

There were no external injuries on the corpse, it was obviously not killed by someone, although it had been soaked in water for a while, and it was a little swollen, but the corpse was still extremely thin.

Especially the bulging belly, after poking an opening and releasing the gas inside, it quickly dried up.

Others didn't know what Yang Hao was doing when he studied a foul-smelling corpse, smelling the foul-smelling air, many words had already turned over in his stomach, if Yang Hao wasn't still here, he would have vomited it out a long time ago.

Yang Hao's face was also extremely ugly, he hurriedly checked the corpse, and hurriedly ran to a distance of more than ten meters before stopping, and the fresh air entered his lungs, which immediately made him feel like he had been reborn.

"It's so fucking stinky, it's not good, I can't hold on to it."

Yang Hao half-squatted on the ground, greedily breathing in the fresh air.

The situation of the others was not much better than Yang Hao.

It was as if everyone had gone through an extremely difficult struggle, and their faces were extremely pale.

"Chief, is there anything unusual about that corpse?"

Shuo Xiang asked.

Yang Hao said in a deep voice: "This person is starving to death. ”

Shuo Xiang scratched his head and asked puzzledly: "What's so strange about this starving person, such a heavy rain, just a dead person." ”

Speaking of this, Shuo Xiang was stunned for a moment, and then realized that his tribe had only one prisoner of war killed in such a disaster.

This must have been unimaginable before, and it was not until this moment that he faintly felt that his tribe seemed to be a little different from other tribes, and then he denied this view, not a little different, but very different.

Being in such a hungry environment for a long time, it is difficult to perceive this difference, as the so-called do not know the true face of Lushan, only because of the truth in this mountain.

Shuo Xiang naturally didn't understand these big truths, this difference between the tribes was of course a good thing for him, a sense of pride from the bottom of his heart, so he couldn't help but listen to his waist straight.

Yang Hao nodded: "It's really not strange that people starve to death." ”

Saying this, Yang Hao's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he said, "Shuo Xiang listens to orders!" ”

When Shuo Xiang heard this, he hurriedly stood upright, and made a military salute and said, "Shuo Xiang is here." ”

"Search upstream along the river, if you find a tribe, don't touch it, come back to me immediately!"

"Shuo Xiang listens to orders!"

After a military salute, Shuo Xiang roared: "The second shift gathers, bring rations, and follow me!" ”

The strict militarized management made the soldiers of Daqi accustomed to obedience, and no one questioned this order, all of them silently followed Shuo Xiang back to the tribe, and after bringing enough rations for two days, they went up the river without stopping.

"Chief, are we going to act again?"

Qu said excitedly.

The corners of Yang Hao's mouth curled and said: "It's time to act, the fruit is ripe, naturally it is to be picked, you should also be ready, when the second shift comes back, the strength of my Daqi tribe should be able to go further." ”

When Qu heard Yang Hao say this, his heart was settled, and he said excitedly: "Qu leads the order!" ”

The movement of the Great Qi army made the savages and prisoners of war a little nervous, but no one knew what was happening

The people in the army did not reveal a word, and the tense atmosphere made the unknown people panic, thinking that disaster was about to befall their heads again.

The mother comforts the young child, and the helpless can only pray to the gods, and the weak are like mustard in this age, and no one will care.